Chapter 538

Fu Yongning's hand rose and the blade fell, he was busy without stopping.

Tuna are the kind of fish that, if I don't let them swim, I'll die just to let you see.

Thus, once ashore they die; if not promptly processed to remove acid, these lactic acids will affect the tuna's taste, and then they won't fetch a good price.

The tuna pulled up are not just one kind.

There are big-eye, and also yellow-fin.

He handles them well, but also needs to sort and store them; fortunately the ones pulled up are only around a hundred-odd jin, not larger, otherwise he alone couldn't manage; even so, it tires him out enough to make him gag.

Lao Fu Tou steers the boat, while everyone else is frantically pulling tuna; wanting to find help but finding none.

A Qing also pulled up a tuna, overjoyed: "Brother, your method is good, one pull and it's up, hehe, this tuna can fetch a good price."

Wu An glanced; the one pulled up was a big-eye.

The unit price can reach a hundred per jin, also depending on market conditions; if luck is good, this one could sell for five figures.

Encountering a valuable big fish is a pure profit!

But such things are a fluke; if not for the chance encounter of tuna besieging flying fish, and him having just given the trawler a luck value boost, hard-controlling those flying fish around the boat, there wouldn't be this bonanza of frantically pulling tuna.

Fan Dali said: "If only we had a cast net."

Now the tuna are feeding frenzied; just cast the net and you'll surely have a catch.

Mei Wu shook his head, saying: "Cast net won't work; if tuna get netted they'll dart into the sea, making hauling them up a lot of trouble."

"Where else would it be like now, following the tuna's surge, you can easily pull them up."

"Moreover, the tuna pulled up are of good quality, definitely can fetch a high price."

Wu An nodded.

He also pulled up a big-eye; after the tuna stopped struggling, he removed the fishhook, then suddenly recalled that the hook of the One-Volume Fishing is special—after pulling up a fish, the hook automatically detaches.

Their current fishing method is actually similar to One-Volume Fishing.

In his previous life, he had seen in a video that after reaching the target sea area, scattering a small amount of sardine bait to attract bonito and tuna schools, drawing them near the boat, then spraying water to create the illusion of a "sardine school clump," making the sea appear "boiling," the tuna school would become unusually excited and try to compete for food.

Then it's simple: the anglers quickly cast their hooks into the sea; once a tuna bites, they swiftly pull it up and, using inertia, fling it onto the deck behind them.

In the video it was artificially created, whereas now they have naturally formed an environment of tuna feeding frenzy.

After pulling up several, although he used some skill, Wu An still felt a bit tired.

Mainly his waist.

Fortunately they're all young, their waist strength is still okay; if it were Lao Fu Tou, he'd probably be exhausted flat on his back—no wonder Lao Fu Tou so readily swapped steering with him; he likely noticed this as well.

Wu An rubbed his waist, feeling okay.

Fortunately, after the trawler returns home, each day he just sleeps at home, not staying tangled with Gu Anran; otherwise he'd surely not be able to endure.

He found a particularly large flying fish, entirely blue, unlike the others, and suddenly recalled a funny anecdote a video blogger had mentioned earlier.

It said that in every school of flying fish there is a "flying fish king" leading; if luck is good and you happen to catch the flying fish king, the other flying fish will follow it and fly into the boat together.

But if you don't reel in when you see it's not good, it's very likely that too many flying fish will fly up, weighing down the boat until it can't bear it, causing the trawler to sink.

Wu An might be like this because he grew up by the sea, so he enjoys watching similar videos; hearing the blogger, he also feels a kinship; people here believe that if they can catch the flying fish king, they'll have good luck all year.

It's a good omen.

Wu An smiled, "Just you," the tuna pulled up so far aren't very big; he thought to leverage the flying fish king's omen, see if he could land a big tuna.

He dropped bait into the sea.

Just after putting it in, not a moment later, the rod suddenly sank.

Wu An instinctively lifted up, but couldn't lift; instead he was pulled, staggering and bumping into the boat's side.

That really hurt.

But he didn't have time to grit his teeth; the fishing line went crazy outward; he hurriedly shouted to Fu Yongning: "Brother, come help!"

Fu Yongning ran over.

Can't pull it up?

Holy shit, that's fierce!

Probably a big tuna of several hundred jin!

He helped lock the anti-reverse mechanism, then pulled and fixed it to the rod holder.

With the rod holder, plus the electric winch, as long as it's within load, the fish can't escape.

After all, this is a cheat-enabled fishing gear.

If the fish got away.

That would be a slap in the system's face.

The fish in the sea also seemed to sense they couldn't struggle, so instead of diving deeper they surged out of the water trying to rinse their gills.

They weren't far away.

You could tell it was a big tuna.

Fu Yongning was somewhat excited: "What a big tuna."

Wu An nodded slightly.

Fortunately, having had Uncle Li weld the rod holder onto the boat right away; otherwise he might not really have been able to pull up such a big tuna.

As the saying goes, opportunities are left for those who are prepared.

Soon.

The tuna was slowly pulled to the boat's side.

Holy shit, it's a bluefin!

Fu Yongning, leaning on the boat's edge, shouted excitedly: "This is a huge-bodied bluefin tuna, like a small submarine."

Wu An examined it closely, thinking: "No wonder it's the 'big brother' among tuna; indeed it has something."

Two people working together, with difficulty they hauled up the bluefin tuna; Wu An lay down, this tuna was a bit longer than him, already reaching two meters, and Fu Yongning hurriedly grabbed the knife to process it.

While busy, he said, 'Estimated at four or five hundred catties.'

What a big fellow.

'A An, your luck is really good.'

Wu An smiled, he vaguely remembered that in the future bluefin tuna seemed to have become a protected species, his impression was not deep, mainly because he also had few chances to come into contact with it, let alone eat it.

Why?

Because it's expensive.

In his previous life, he was doing poorly; not to mention bluefin tuna, he rarely even ate salmon.

Mei Wu and the others were greatly encouraged.

'There's actually still bluefin tuna.'

'Let's also put in some effort and haul up the bluefin.'

'Come on.'

A Qing ran over, grabbed Wu An's hand and rubbed it on his face; Wu An glared: 'What are you doing?'

A Qing chuckled: 'I'm rubbing your luck.'

Wu An lifted his foot: 'No hand luck, want to rub your foot luck?'

A Qing ran off.

Mei Wu walked over.

The Fan clan brothers also looked over.

Wu An, helpless, also helped them refill the fishing rod's luck value.

A Qing asked curiously: 'Such a big bluefin tuna will surely fetch a sky‑high price, right?'

Fu Yongning nodded: 'That's for sure.'

'However, it's not just about size; you also have to see how fatty it is.'

'This one that A An hauled up is both big and fat; it can be sent to the auction.'